Chapter 496
lifts the head.
I stared blankly at the tall man who stopped in front of her.
One time.
The hardships I have endured over the past year.
This half a month in Azkaban, the soul and body suffered painful torture.
Five flavors and mixed emotions flooded into my heart.
Tears slipped down her cheeks.
Maybe it has gone through twists and turns.
Perhaps a mature heart, not the sensitive and simple girl back then.
Hermione took a deep breath.
He stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, pursed his lips, seemed to want to cry, but smiled inexplicably, and said, "Harry...Is it okay?"
"He is fine."
Cole took out the Vandal Shotgun.
Give her to hide by the wall.
ka-cha.
Boom——
The roaring fire snake at the muzzle violently smashed the metal door lock that specially imprisoned the wizard.
Kick open the iron gate.
Swing a long knife, cut off the shackles tied to the witch's ankle.
The two eyes face each other.
The young witch was originally gloomy, her eyes lost her brilliance, and she regained her hope.
Bumped into Cole’s arms, hugged him tightly, closed his eyes, and shook his head slightly. The voice took a person to experience the unique pain and sorrow after life and death, and said, “Too many people leave It’s up to us, Professor.
These years...what are you..."
There is no doubt.
Although Cole has only been a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts for one year, for Harry and Hermione, their relationship is far closer than the average professor...or Said that the appearance and existence of Death Eater hunters is more like their godfather and mentor on the path of life.
Gently pat the witch on the back, soothing, "It's okay."
Bumped open another iron door.
He picked up Ron who was unconscious.
Instructed Hermione and said, "Harry and the people from Phoenix, meet you in the old house of Little Heavenly Wolf star, grab my arm."
Speaking, take it out The evil Transmission Gate.
In Hermione’s puzzled gaze, indifferently said, "Take us to the meeting place."
Following.
The trembling voice of the evil elf sounded.
"This place is so stinky...Uh, I mean, yes, my master."
After the distortion of space.
The elves ignore Azkaban’s rules prohibiting apparitions and take them back to the old house of the little Heavenly Wolf star.
After landing.
Too late to relive, stage a touching reunion scene.
Bill Weasley took his younger brother from Cole's arms, slightly nodded, started Apparition, and disappeared in place.
Mrs. Weasley grabbed Hermione, did not wait for her to speak, and left the dangerous place that was about to be searched as quickly as possible.
Harry looked back at the empty space where everyone disappeared one after another, and said, "Professor, won't you leave with us?"
"I still have something to go to Azka Class handling."
"Do you mean the dementors?"
Cole indifferently said, "Those monsters made through black magic shouldn't appear in our world."
The voice fell.
A mass of distorted space, sucking his body, disappeared in front of Harry.
The island where Azkaban is located.
The violent wind created by magic creates huge waves.
Rolling under the dark clouds.
The slaughtered dementor screamed in pain.
However.
These vengeful creatures couldn't wait to seek revenge from the humans who slaughtered them, and Cole came to them again arrogantly.
Facing the punishment and fire of purgatory trench coat.
Any dementor who tries to approach in vain sends out mournful scream and escapes from the flames that exude terrifying scorching power.
Cole stood in place.
Ignore the evil monster that is flying in the sky and makes the whole wizard world become fascinating.
Frowning, each minding their own business lit a cigarette.
Head up.
Exhale the turbid smoke and dust.
In his gaze, the dementors who could not be approached gathered together like an evil black whirlpool, entrenched on his head, unwilling to disperse.
It's time to take out noon.
Cole originally planned to waste a little time to deal with these Power of Darkness minions.
However.
Since they like to get together like flies...
Raise the gun.
The muzzle of the black hole pointed directly at the dark sky with rolling clouds.
In the squally wind.
The windbreaker swings.
The cigarette is light and dark.
Turn on the God Eater mode.
On the thick and long silver barrel, mysterious patterns and secret carvings exude a touch of silver and heavenly Holy Force.
The hammer gradually turned red.
A distorted heat wave rises.
This terrifying force that is enough to kill Archangel and Satan is projected on the material world, turning into one after another bulging outwards, like a circular wave of heartbeat.
Also in this brief moment.
A group of Daily Prophet reporters who smelled the smell of blood-reeking qi didn't know where they got the first-hand news.
Riding on brooms, they appeared on the turbulent sea that happened to be able to see Azkaban from a distance.
See the natural phenomenon of Azkaban in the distance.
They picked up cameras one after another, trying to record the first-hand news.
Afterwards.
Under their horrified and unbelievable gazes.
Silent growl.
Overcome all the sounds of waves and storms.
It turned into a monstrous wave of air, turbulent, and spread out.
The deafening gunfire.
It's like billowing thunder.
A terrifying flame like a catastrophe, shredding all the evil creations along the way, and rushing into the sky!
Even.
This terrifying power.
The arrogant hole pierced and smashed.
A heavy lead cloud that once shrouded Azkaban for more than four hundred years.
Afterwards.
There is no dementor in the sky over this notorious, audible prison.
Only one after another shines through the clouds and the sun on the islands, reefs and the sea.
This shocking scene.
In the eyes of a reporter.
That is incomparable shock and panic.
That gunshot...what is it...?
Suddenly.
After everything subsided.
His eyes crossed the sea.
A silhouette bathed in flames appeared on the edge of the island.
In this World.
For the wizard.
The man who is like a nightmare, even more terrifying than the black Demon King, only needs to take a glance, no one will not recognize his identity.
After the deathly silence.
A reporter swallowed saliva, moistening his dry throat, said with difficulty, "Death Eater hunter, it’s him..."
"He actually killed All the guards of Azkaban?"
"Merlin’s beard... Am I dreaming?"
Another reporter quickly recorded this precious with a camera Looking from a distance, the terrifying man who was also watching them in the distance was emotional, even his voice was trembling slightly, and said, "Guys, I think he is announcing his return to this World... Declare war on the Ministry of Magic."
The'famous' journalist Rita Skeeter who came here deliberately for an exclusive report.
For a time, Hua Rong was shocked.
With a slightly trembling hand, he held the jewel-inlaid glasses frame, and even the shorthand quill around him almost fell into the sea.
Organize your emotions.
retorted, "No...He is declaring war on the mysterious person, and the Ministry of Magic under his control. Everyone, I’m afraid it won’t be long before we can see the final outcome of this war. Up."